this is me steeping out side of me

sabbatical nagging at my brain
nine to five burns up space, cauterizing,numbs
the lazy routine eat, sleep,explore
my brain comes wide awake,its eerie.

I radiate telepathy
stuff pops up randomly from another plain
I am this romantic,an activist,revolutionary
cryin out to be understood

I write from within me
do I crave an audience?
do i need to validate?I am the interreter of my my owne feelings
it's all about me
"selfish" YES!